I have just asked my father is we can go home with Aria, the girl I just met and I barely know but I feel sorry for her because she has been through a lot and she is all alone in this world. I believe she needs a friend, my father stares at me as if I just uttered the craziest thing he has ever heard. His look is silently asking me if I'm feeling okay or I have lost my mind.
"Becca...you have a good heart but we can't bring home a stranger, what will your mother say?" He takes another assesing look at Aria who has a neutral expression on. "I think she is on drugs," he whispers but not low enough because she heard him.
"You don't have to insult me in my own home, please leave...I have been living on my own for ages and I didn't die," she smirks.
"You look like the walking dead," my fat
